With me on a term in one squadron served a couple: Pouh and Nebiok. They were called no different than "Phuy and not fucking" and put together on any work or costume. There was also a companion by the name of Razebayev, which, of course, everyone pronounced through a firm sign (the justice of which he proved by a personal example throughout his term of service). Well, at work, I met a man by the name of Corroeid. Ironically, he was the head of the materials quality department at a woodworking plant.